19 episode 1 part1

Plot: When a one in a half year old stitchpunk discovers a talisman, the mysteries that will unfold will unlock a journey that 9 never completed. But she will not do this alone. (RATED T FOR MILD LANGUAGES, DARK AND VIOLENT SCENES)
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  Twenty-one years has past and the Emptiness began to show life,
despite the sky still trying to hide the sun's glow. Even the tiny plants
began to peak out from the dirt, although it was predicted that it will take
millions of years for them to come. From this, it wont be long till new lives
will begin to unfold. New animals, new seas, and lands waiting to be
discovered someday. However, this doesn't mean that not every single
thing is still dangerous.

  A knife-shaped claw lands upon the ground, crushing several plants. As
it continued walking past by into the abandoned city, the Cat Beast
noticed piles of junk that laid between the sidewalks. It then walked
towards them, letting it's skull snout poke around it before then letting its
front claw aggressively throw out whatever parts are useless. Whatever
things it finds small goes into his small pouch. Whatever was big goes
into its mouth. Despite getting some things that can be useful for
something, it continued going onto new piles and search.

  Suddenly, a tiny thud can be heard as it hesitated for a second on what
it was doing and turned to the street. It saw nothing but a pebble and let
out a growl as it creeped up to it and examined, poking it once. It then
rose its head up and turned on it's bright yellowish light across its area,
sensing someone to be here. There was only silence until few seconds
later, another rock was thrown behind it, causing the creature to
immediately turn towards it.

  Trying to calculate the sound that the rock was coming from, it turned
towards a small pile and lower it's face while creeping up to it so it's
bright eyes wouldn't scare out it's prey. Letting its growl soften, it
launched on the pile and swiped its claw onto its prey behind the pile,
only for it to only claw the air. It starts growing frustrated for once again
missing its prey as it began to aggressively scatter the pile in seeing if the
prey hid in there.

  Another rock was thrown again, this time landed the closest towards the
beast. It turned to another pile and began searching unto it the same
behavior it had on the last pile. While it isn't looking, at a bigger pile next
to the pile the beast was searching in, a tiny figure sneaked and carefully
slid down before standing on a plank half in the near top pile. The figure
then pulled out a rope in her bag, tied it up to a fish hook and grip both
her hand on it, letting her eyes aim at the predator. She then took a deep
breath.
"Just as she taught you," she whispered to herself and trying to stay in
her positive tone.

  She then took her her bent position and spin the rope with the hook
swirling fast enough to give out a soft whirring sound. This caught the
skull cat's attention a second before the figure threw out her rope and let
it spin around it's snout. She then pulled her rope in time for the hook to
cling unto the bottom of its jaws. She smiled in delight on her first try and
was about to do her next step. But the plan snapped when the creature
yanked its head enough for the prey to not have strength to pull the rope
more and flew across the street. As soon the small body hit against one of
the buildings, the beast let its eyes rest upon the figure trying to get up
before revealing her appearance on exactly what the beast was hunting
for: a stitchpunk.

  "Damn it," the white burlap stitchpunk muttered in annoyance and got up
to carry back her knife weapon that was laying next to her and tried
running around it. She is hoping to make it loose sight of her and see if
she can try again, but she looked back to see that it was too fast. It
reached out to her, only hitting her legs enough to easily trip, have her
knife fly out of her hand, and roll across the floor. As soon as she
stopped, it took a second to grasp her left leg in pain, with the cloudy sky
being too dark to see how bad it is. She quickly turned to the beast
charging towards her with her eyes widening before closing them tightly
for her doom.

  It leapt towards her, picturing its mouth to grab unto her body. But all
she felt was its huge snout shoving her across the ground and letting
some dirt fly unto her burlap. As soon as the shoving stop, the beast
immediately pulled its snout away before hearing it let out a muffled roar
of annoyance and anger. The prey turned her head towards it to
remember that it's jaw was still tightly tied from her rope as it tried pull it
out, which gave enough time to get her weapon back. She got up to run
clumsily towards the knife, only for her wounded leg to later make her
collapse on the ground, causing her growl to have the mixture of pain and
irritation. The cat beast has finally gave up pulling and decided to just run
towards her and pin its claw unto her body before she even managed to
finally stand up and run off again.

  Glancing at it letting out a muffled roar of pride, she looked around
quickly to find something else to use as a weapon and can only lock her
eyes on a huge pebble lying nearby her enough to easily reach. She
snatched it right before the beast's claws then grabbed her upwards and
she waited till it held her close to its face to investigate its catch. She then
tries to guess its weak spot that can distract it, which she decided smack
it unto its bright right eye, causing it glance away in low growling pain and
realized that it was trying to recover it. And as soon as it tried looking
back at her, she quickly smack it again, this time with as much strength,
causing the monster to let out a sharp cry of pain from its shattered eye.

  She was taken back with the mixture of fear and surprise of her success
while she watched the sparks fly out of it, but was later swept away when
the beast threw her aggressively across the street, making her hit against
a pile of junk and quickly curling up in protection from few small junks
falling unto her. She waited for it to end and quickly recovered to glance
towards the creature continuing to cover its broken eye in pain. Causing
her to smile from this, she got up to run towards the weapon again, her
leg now beginning to grow numb from the pain.
"Come on leg," she groaned, "don't give up on me now!"

  After some struggles, she finally got there and bent down to get it.
Suddenly, she heard a roar of defeat and lost her footing when the ground
shook from the creatures footsteps. She turn to aim her weapon towards
the beast, only to notice that the beast wasn't right behind her. Instead,
the footsteps started to sound further away and turned to her left side to
see the cat beast running off towards the further distance of city.
"Damn..." Her eyes widened and tried to get up in order to catch up and
reach out towards it.
"No, wait!"
It was only then that she realized that it was too far away to get to follow it
in time and tripped again. She watched, panting, and stared at it until she
can no longer see it. The single braided head stitchpunk's panting then
grew in frustration, causing her to throw her weapon away and later hiss
from the pain on the back on her left leg.

  "Scientist..." She muttered again while looking down at her leg, "I almost
had it."
She then turned her leg a bit to see how bad the wound on the back was.
Luckily, it was nothing but a small cut on her burlap. But she rest her hand
nearby the injury and let out an exhausted sigh.
"She is going to kill me if she sees this."
Her gazing towards her injury was then caught off by another sound
coming from a pile behind her. Staring at it for a while, she reached as
much as she can to grab her knife weapon again and cautiously move
over to where the sound is coming from.
"Who's there?" She called out in case it was a stitchpunk from her
group,"come out here!". Nothing was heard or coming out.
She then braced herself if it was a spider beast as she continued on very
close to the pile.

  Then, just as she was about to peak behind it, she felt something grab
her chest and pull her in. As the stranger began covering her mouth, she
made a muffle shout of fear and tried her best to squirm her way out of its
grip.
"19! 19!"
Her squirming was interrupted by her eyes getting blinded by a bright
light and tried to squint open to see two bright eyes staring down at her.
"Hey," it's glowing eyes then flickered off, revealing a normal optic of a
concerned female stitchpunk, "it's just me."
This caused the white one to have a huge confusion.
"Shweventween?" She muffled and pulled the other female's hand away
from her mouth before she scooted back a bit.

  "Please don't try to leave!"
"What are you doing here?" She narrowed, causing 17 to frown.
"7 wanted me to-"
"7?" She already realized the answer to her question when she mentioned
that, "Now she made you SPY on me?!"
"I apologize 19," she clasped her had together shyly, "I just can't disobey
a leader's order."
"What? And try to get yourself in danger too?"

  17 grew silent from this and just watched as she let out a frustrated sigh
before leaning her back on the junk pile. Then something else popped
into her head.
"And why didn't you come out like I asked you to? I thought you were a
beast!"
"Oh...well" she looked away, trying to process on how to answer this.
"17," she looked at her suspiciously.
"It's just..." She sighed and looked back at her.
"I was just worried you would run off the same way you did with 16."
19 remained silent in slight disbelief.

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                                         In the Emptiness

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  Despite that the sky was starting to get a bit bright, 17 still let her optics
light up their way towards their destination. Sensing that 19 was still
upset about the incident when they crossed past the stitchpunk's former
home base, she slightly turned her head towards her, making sure her
bright light wasn't aiming at her eyes.
"I know it really hard to understand your mother, 19," she then pointed her
face back to their direction, "but she only does this because she loves
you and she wants to keep you safe."
"But how long will she keep me in that place. I'm turning two tomorrow.
My dad destroy the machine just the day after he awoken."
"Yes," the older one dip her head in a slight frown, "but you're really
different from 9. He was...more mature and...clever."

  19 was feeling uncomfortable by this sentence, which made 17 grow
anxious.
"Now don't get me wrong, sweetie. What I'm trying to say is that he got
others to help him."
"I think what you were trying to say to me is to end up getting 10 and 7
killed if I was ever in a situation like what he went through. Thanks for the
advice, 17."
She then turned her face away, causing the three-ponytailed stitchpunk to
frown more.
"19," she gently spoke out, "I'm really sorry that you don't often get along
with 7. I may never know what having a mother is like, but I know what It
must be like not getting much attention from someone."

  The white burlap's narrow then soften a bit.
"I wish she can just pay attention and listen to me for once."
"She's just been through a lot," she placed her hand on her shoulder,
"you know that."
She just remained silent and decided to let her think about it as they they
continued walking. Around fifteen minutes of this, 17 looked up at
something.
"Were here," she said and flickered her lights off, causing 19 to see the
library building that was now home of the stitchpunks. As they were
walking past the front yard, they were stopped by another stitchpunk that
jumped off one of the statues and landed in front of the duos on all fours.
Her empty eyes glared at them and 17 took a step towards her.
"It's just us,15."

  When she said this, the other white stitchpunk crawled up towards 17 and
stroke her face before tracing them towards her ponytails. Recognizing
her by this, she then crawled past her, tapping her hands until she can
feel 19's shoe. She then slightly stood to touch her head too.
"Good," her deep feminine voice can be heard, "you brought her back
safely. 7 wants to speak to you,19."

  She then ran off to the entrance, her bell, clinging on her front belt, ringing
along. They then followed her, having hard time catching up with her
despite usually being on all fours. By the time they were finally reaching
the entrance, 19 can already see 7 approach 15.
"She found her."
It was after the blind stitchpunk said this was when the female leader
looked up to meet her daughter's eyes, making her let out a huge sigh of
relief.
"Oh thank the scientist," she murmured and rush up towards her to
immediately wrap her hands around her.
Although she felt comfortable by her mother's warmth, she also felt a bit
irritated on how she still sees her as a mindless new-awoken stitchpunk.
And she already knew what was coming next when she pulled away from
her, who was already narrowing at her.
"How many times did I tell you not to go out there?"
"7-"
"This is the third time this happened! Someday, I'll have to get 10 to
watch over you!"

  "Did somebody mention my name?"
All females turned to see 10, who stopped right when he got into the
room with a ball of yarn and fabrics. He then turn to 19 in a blank
expression.
"You went out again?"
"Not right now 10," 7 told him, "Im having a talk with her."
He felt a bit impatient by this and opened his mouth only to shyly close it.
"7," 19 spoke out again, "you don't always have to keep me in here like
this."
"You'll take care of yourself when you are ready," she tried brushing off
the dirt from her burlap, "you still have to learn how to be a good fighter."
"But my skills has gotten better while I was outside," she convinced her, "I
even almost killed-"

  Her words were immediately cut off when she closed her lips tightly from
accidentally slipping some words out. 7 was now giving her this confused
look.
"You almost killed out what?"
She then turned to 17 for an answer, which caused the 19 to glance at her
in fear. When the older female glanced at the younger female, she can
already read her expression that she was going to feel guilty on what she
is about to say.
"19 tried to fight off a cat beast in the Emptiness."
"She what?!" She exclaimed with her eyes shrinking a bit in shock and
quickly turning back to her daughter.

  "7," she responded to her in concern while she walked towards her, "you
have to listen to me."
"Oh boy," 15 chuckled by this scene, causing 17 to glance at her in slight
confusion while 10 glared at her. While this was happening, the oldest
stitchpunk investigated her body for any injuries until she noticed the cut
on the back of her leg.
"Mom," she finally was growing serious enough to call her that, "it's
nothing too seri-ah!"
She made a soft shout of pain when she stroked her cut, causing her to
look so concern.
"Oh scientist..."

  "Let me see it," 10 put his stuff on the ground and walked next to her
before kneeling down to look at it. He then smiled in relief.
"It's not that bad," he turned to the leader, "just needs a little stitching
and will be good as new-"
"I know that!"
10 was taken back by this, never letting his irritated look turn away from
her face. He watched her look up towards the injured one's face.
"19," she gently stood up to easily face her, "I thinks it better that we
makes sure you never leave this place until you're fully trained."

  "What?!" Her face went into disbelief, "but you can't just...w-what if I
never become like you?!
"I know you will," she placed her hand unto her shoulder, "that's why we
are going to do our training tomorrow."
"But that's not fair!"
"Why?" The elder's face turned into suspicion, "because I never give you
the chance to defeat me in battle training?"
"Because 9 never even had to be as strong as you to defeat the
machine!"
7 froze in silent when she mentioned his name. Then she finally glared at
her in anger.
"But he was atleast more understanding and respective as you."

10 finally couldn't take this anymore, especially when he saw his friend's
complete discomfort from her anger. But he just tried not to join the
argument and just stepped up saying to 7,
"I'm going to go ahead and take her to my room to stitch her up. I'll try to
talk to her."
7 just looked at him for a while and sighed.
"Fine," she responded, "just make sure she doesn't go out again."
"Y...yes,7."
He then turn to 19 with a dipping nod and led her out of the room.

  Trying to cool her annoyance and anger down, she glance back for a
moment to see 7 let out a huge exhausted sigh while 17 shyly walked up
to her to have a conversation, but it was too soft to hear.
"Your not joining her side too, right?" 19 asked the healer.
"No," 10 answered, "but I am not even going to confront her. I think you
should do the same thing."
"But if I do that-"
"We'll try to explain this in my room."
19 decided to just remain silent the rest of the walk, not wanting to argue
with her friend too.

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  "Ah!" 19 cried out by a strong sting on the back of her leg as she was
lying on her belly to let 10 stitch her wound up.
"Sorry 19," the brown flower headed stitchpunk glanced up at her, "but I
told you that it was going to sting a lot."
She let out a huge sigh of relief when the most painful part of the wound
quickly faded, making her feel more like remaining her head on her folded
arms as a resting spot.
"Atleast the most wounded area is taken care of," 10 then smiled, "that
means that the pain is going to sooth down in the next few stitches."

  "Yeah," she made an exhausted mutter while lifting her head a bit to
glance at the healer, "I can already tell that its getting o-", She this time let
out a hiss of a slight softer sting, causing her face to collapse back on her
arms.
"Almost done," 10 started being concentrative, "just a few more."
She just remain silent, no longer wanting to talk by the dizziness that
unexpectedly was beginning to fill her head. How it came in by just small
stings on her small cut was something she can never explain herself. She
just decided to let it slide and took in two more stings that made her
wince less.
"One more..."

  The last sting was finally something soft enough to make her stop
wincing, making her glad that it was finally over and her leg felt great
again. She then lifted her head again in dizziness to watch 10 pick up a
nail clipper on the other side of the room. By the time he came back with
it, it took him two snips to cut off the remaining hanging yarn.
"There we go," he put the nail clipper under the clinic bed, "it should hold
well enough."
But 19 looked at him in confusion asking,
"How come you should have just used a scissor over there to cut it off?"

  The brown buttoned shirt male glanced at the scissor hanging on the
wall and shrugged.
"I guess I was just thinking that you would get uncomfortable with me
using that on you."
He then turned to her a bit puzzled.
"Besides, I often see you start getting pretty jumpy whenever you get
close to a sharp object."
She was about to tell him off a bit that she never does that. But then she
froze to think about it, realizing that although she doesn't mind carrying
sharp weapons, she does often get more freaked out seeing sharp stuff
close to her than all the other stitchpunks here.

  But she shrugged, trying to shake the strange thought off. Possibly just
her unusual self.
"I just noticed something," she looked at 10, who was starting to show a
slight concern, "you don't look so well."
"How come?"
"You look as if you're about to faint," he walked up to her to touch her
forehead, "and you DO feel pretty warm. Do you feel like fainting?"

  "How am I suppose to know?" She narrowed a bit, "I never fainted
before."
"What do you feel?"
"Just dizzy and weak from the pain."
He pointed at her in approval.
"DEFINITELY a fainting symptom."
But he then investigated her expression more replying,
"Though looking at it now, it doesn't seem to look bad. But I'll just turn on
the conditioner just in case. Just roll your back on the bed so it can help
your consciousness," he helped her out until she got unto the position he
wanted.
"Perfect," he smiled again, "I'll be right back."

  And by saying this, he quickly left the room, causing the youngest
stitchpunk to feel weirded out on being alone in her best friend's room.
But she did notice that as minutes went by, she was starting to feel a little
better. It was then when she realized this, she heard a whirring and
breezing sound, giving her a message that 10 managed to turn the air
conditioner on. It only took few more minutes for the healer to return.
"Alright," he sighed in a bit of exhaustion, but in a slight pride of his work,
"it should take a while to actually feel the breeze come in. How are you
feeling."

  "I'm honestly feeling better," she made a soft smile, "thanks, 10."
10 gave a friendly warm smile by her thankful response.
"I will have to make you sleep in my room for tonight in case of any
serious occasion. I wanna make sure that you're healing fine before I
leave you off the hook."
"Hm," she smiled more, "sounds more like a little sleepover party."
The male let out a chuckle,
"I guess it sort of does. But I do love that encouraging spirit of yours."
"Yeah," she chuckled tiredly back, "I guess your right."

  They laughed about it for a while until it soften. 10 then tried to think of
something else to say to make this conversation not look awkward in being
silent.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot to tell you what you think about your new
stitches."
"Oh," her smile disappeared in slight embarrassment, "I think the
dizziness made me have a hard time seeing it. So..."
She tried lifting herself, causing 10 to grow anxious.
"Here pal," he came up towards her, "let me help you,"
"No no," she quickly responded, finally getting her chance to fully sit up
before leaning back on the wall, "I think I got it."

  She turned her leg to see a colored tiny stitch on the back of her left leg,
making her look at her friend in confusion.
"Blue?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "I was thinking that since blue was your favorite color
and 14 and 17 were lucky enough to find that colored yarn in the
Emptiness, I thought it would be well suited to have. It also matches the
color of your long braid."
"Oh...well, thanks," she made a small smile, "though I will be honest that
this thing is going to be hard getting use to."

  "It's not that hard to get use to," he placed his hand on it, "almost
everybody here have wounded stitches. Even 9 had one."
19 paused, staring at him in confusion.
"He did?"
"Nobody told you that? He had red stitches on his shoulder,"
"Nobody ever told me that,10."
"Yeah, he got that when he first encountered a cat beast. Now that I think
about it," he made a teasing smile, "I just realized how both of you got
your first cut from a cat beast. Only except that you got them in a different
body part."

  "I'm sure its just a coincidence," she rolled her eyes, "but who told you
that?"
"9 use to tell me some stories when he was around. But now that
he...left," he felt uncomfortable trying to find a good word to say it while
he was walking to his messy equipment desk, "I just kind of wish he could
of told me more. It does get a bit lonely here without him."
She did felt saddened by this, feeling guilty that she is the only one that
never met him and having to watch the others tell stories of how much he
was such a great leader and how everything changed from his passing.
She can only think of one person that was suffering this the most.

  "I'm sure 7 has it the worst,"
"I can already see that," he made sound like it was so obvious, "she
hasn't been herself since then. I'm okay with her being so down about it
for a week or so. But it already been two years. Sometimes it's better to
keep taking care of ourselves mourning for the rest of our lives."
She watched him later mutter in annoyance by how messy his desk was
as he started arranging it. She let out a sad sigh.
"What I don't understand about her is why she often tries to avoid me. I
mean, it's not like I hurt her in the past,"
"Heck if I know," his eyes never left the desk, "maybe because your face
is like 9's?

"Ugh!" She lift her head up in annoyance, "and why does everybody
keep saying that I look like my dead father?!"
She got off the clinic bed, which made her left leg ache a lot to almost
loose balance. 10, heard her get up and quickly turn in worry, only to
notice that she seems to get it by holding onto the bed.
"I mean be honest with me, 10. I don't look look like him. Right?"
He decided to just look at her face closely and hopefully agree with her.

  But he may have accidentally focus her face hard enough to notice that
she DID look like him. In fact, it almost looked as if his former mentor was
standing right in front of him. Silently freaked out by this, he had no idea
how he was going to say this.
"Yeah," he tried to process this, "about that."
He obviously expected to see the white burlap to be so unamused about
this.
"You disappoint me sometimes,"
"Hey," he watched her rest her forehead against the wall, "it's not that
bad. I mean, your eyebrows are a bit smaller and you have 7's mouth. But
although you still look like him sometimes, it's not like it can fetch
anybody's attention-"
"It actually does when your mother sees her dead mate's face on her
daughter's face!"

  10 feel silent with his eyes widening by her sudden snap.
"And what if I AM him? What if I don't remember anything? That would
make me your mentor. And that would make my mom my...my-"
"Okay," 10's voice grew serious, "you just have to stop."
19 grew shock by his reaction and turn to see his upset look.
"What?"
"That's dumb. There is no way that just because you have half his soul,
doesn't mean you're a reincarnated version of him. If you really were, you
wouldn't talk extremely dumb stuff like that!"

  She showed a mixture of guilt and embarrassment by these words, which
made 10 soften his anger a bit.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad, but you have to understand that I
both have half the souls of 5 and 2. But that doesn't mean I'm either of
them. And I know that because I met 5."
She stared at him in huge confusion.
"You what?"
"Long story, but you have to understand almost all of our souls are related
to the original stitchpunks. The only original one here now is 7. But it
doesn't change the fact that two souls can fuse enough to make a new
one. It's just something what makes all of us different. It what makes you
19," he placed his hand on her shoulder, "you're like a sister to me. And
there's nothing I would replace you for."

  She just remained silent for a while before letting out another sigh that is
this time a sigh of guilt and press her forehead back on the wall. He didn't
say anything but patted her shoulder twice to comfort her before going
back to arrange his desk. All the youngest could think of was how dumb
she acted in front of him. What if that's why 7 never let her outside? What
if it's true that she's just irresponsible and immature as people say she is?
She then look down in in defeat.
Dad would be so proud me, she sarcastically thought.

  "Aw, damn it!"
She snapped back into reality and turned to see her friend upset about
something.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot my freaking stuff in the entrance. It's not that big of a deal," he
turned to her, "I'll just have to go over there to get it."
"Actually," she limply walked up to him, "I'll do it."
He received a surprise and worried expression.
"No 19," he told her, "you're leg is still stiff,

  "It's doesn't feel that bad. Don't worry, it's rarely even far."
He paused and took a look at her leg. Despite that it's still limping, it
looks like it can still make few miles.
"Fine," he sighed, "but you have to promise me that you will get someone
to carry it back here."
"I will," she smiled and began walking away.
"If you're leg starts feeling worse, don't move. Just wait for somebody to
carry you back,"
"Got it," she glanced back and continue walking. 10 frowned more in
concern.
"Um, make sure to watch your step."

  She stopped and sigh, turning back towards him.
"10..."
"Right, sorry," he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "you
can leave now."
"It won't be long," she promised before leaving the room